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Alias Axios, Fake Axis and the news junkies who love Reverend Al SharpTone

In the worst case scenario 📰 newsprint can be used to wrap the bullshit in the commentary and suck the BODILY FLUIDS of the OpEds.

The Late-Great Norman and “Master” Bates, Évrybody !!!

Musical guest, ANTHONY Perkins singing in the shower his number one hit : “But Beautiful”

Deer, Jim Vandihigh… you forgot to mention the wise ass-es, ese, anyhow MyKey… what comes first, Inauguration Day or The Superbowl. Get it over with.

But first: Okies beat Alabama 24 to 3 … That’s like a perfect CAMBIO de TERCIO (3×8 = TWENTY FO’)… do the Maths, Pablo Torre do the stats, because Ol’miss Brzezinski apparently has ants in her seat 💺, poor pundit… “isn’t anybody going to help that poor Mika?”, that’s 7 minutes of Paul and Pablo.

💺~. … or maybe Mika’s fidgeting is on account of that Wickedarior sextoy seat adaptor that Mika got installed on her last trip to Paris during her shopping spree at le Passage du Désir.

Abecedario de Juárez :

Regardless of the language (or alphabetical system) including Greek, cuneiform or hiéroglyphes, the name of PABLO is already taken. And just so you know this is why Picasso went with his last name as opposed to Pablo, because Pablo was already taken.

I now get back with to my pitch for DNC Chair 🪑:

Must be read in a James CarVile’s cool and collected voice…

One, Two, Three—Four : fuck the U.S. Marine Corps.

In March 2011 Wikileaks publishes a diplomatic cable signed by Raymond McGrath, US consul in completely, you say, “I gave it a garrazo.” Related terms: agua celeste, arponazo, chispazo, gas- Ciudad Juárez. It reads: orbiente, narizazo, Pega Rey, Resistol 5000 gasorbiente: A solvent sold in hardware stores that is :  

https ://www .jstor .org /stable /an-Illustrated-lexicon

⚾³

Now look here old chair, anybody can rope a donkey, and if Ewe have half the brains that Jesus did you might even ride on one into the “promised land”, but please be advised that it was Eye, who showed Clint Eastwood how to ride Zebras.

And, Reverend Al, you know just how hard it is to tame a Zebra 🦓, it’s almost twice as hard as making Gazelles heard in groups like sheeples.

³~. Can’t wait for Spring Training… goooo, Dodgers.

On our next “commentary” Öüï lets Jim Vandehei do the reporting and I (Armando Segovia) will take on General Ripper and use his bodily fluids to CAST ASPARAGUS on Hegseth’s black tie and his stupid Stetson™️ hat… Eye is a RESISTOL 🤠 5000 man, man!

Resistol Cinco Mil Man: Évry thing he says, —it sticks!!!

and Ewe can take that to Netanyahu’s Bank.

Dear fip.fr: thank you for going Stasi* — Reach out touch Faith

 

Re-interpretation

 

*~. But most importantly, because this ain’t no disco, no C.B.G.B’s. (punto y coma) Eye ain’t gots Thyme for that now, —Ewe know.

Cut!!!!!!!
It’s “like a Japanese CAT”, knot like a fucking horse.

 

In local news, The Our Lady of Los Ángeles ☄️⚾  Philharmonique is playing next to Marie-Ange’s Bagagerie, it’s a West(side)Story Engagement, nothing to see here, move along… and never mind them police barriers at Sarah’s Théâtre.

The Devil is in a Sharp dressed man 👞 , never mind the details or las bienvenues et départs when Youse down and out near Montparnasse, and dear Marie-Ange Schiltz this is the slot where the dearly departed are always welcome, and where the “Mini-Madrina” snapshot from the other day comes in, unfortunately Denis Soula and Susana Pubeda hijacked my British-Queen bitch segment… any how here’s the TEA on that walkabout session that closes the Month of September. ENTER Alexander.

… continued from Schiltz’ « Daily homeless (W/OFA (güo’FA) » :

Alexander, mon cher Alexander, aux raisonnements incertains, au débit saccadé mâtiné d’un fort accent britannique, quasi incompréhensible. Anglais, je lui
trouve de la classe. Il fut professeur, dit-on. Alexander écume Paris, je marche
beaucoup. Nous nous sommes plusieurs fois reconnus du côté de Montparnasse.

¶5,  p.181

Fin de page

Stop making sativa sensi, sensei!

Is this not the Python moment you All were waiting for?

Très british, il tient la distance. Notre surprise explose joyeuse et sincère sur le trottoir. Comme toujours, nos interactions s’arrêtent aussi brusquement qu’elles ont commencé. Alexander reprend son chemin, moi le mien. On se retourne, on se salue. Nous n’avons rien verbalisé, et pourtant, je sais qu’il est aussi heureux que moi de la rencontre inopinée.
¶1, p. 182

Note to whomEva’ gots’ the control of fip dot fr right now:

Jesus will fix, IT!, for you.
Just like Jesus fixed
Louis “the just’s” 13th Hot Rod.

Enter the Rhapsodes… knot to be tied to°get°her° {nor} confused with Snoop Dogg’s rendition of Freddy Mercury’s “Murder Was The Case That They Gave Mí” because, d’Aubignac’s (and I quote) « [H]istory of archaic Greek performances justified his theory of THE STICHED-To°Get°Her° corpus³ ». In this sense, Sensei, the Iliad was a sort-of-middle-of-the-road, Frank Zappa kind of quilt in the form of ‘little poem tragedies’, not DRAMAS performed by actors but “hymns or canticles” that Greek princes had performed (JUST like the Just King at the beginning of Ken Russell’s THE DEVILS film) at their feasts³³.”

³~.

“And since they did not always have poets on hand for new works, they decided to take the episodes or detached pieces from those who had some reputation, and those who plied this trade were called Rhapsodes—they not only sang, but also danced gracefully and artfully expressing with their bodies the sense of the verse. …”,
Theiss, p. 85

 

³³~.

I know where you get yer’ Chinks from now.

¿Boleros psiCOdelicos? Solo los de Cantinflas³ empeyotado 👞

 “Are You Not Entertained?”

Proximo priest, he used to be a Roman slave turned Gladiator, later a circus owner, and then he died… for To They’s Daily Double, what is Australia famous for besides dingo dogs, syphilitic koalas, or platitudes that look like the unholy union between a duck and beaver?

… How does it feel, Denis Soula? How does it feel you son of a, and Eye quotes, “son of a bitch”.

³~. Raquel’s Shoeshine boy

For those not current, like little ol’Mí, on the happenings at La Maison de l’Amérique latine (MAL217-SGP) I’ll save you the scrolling down into the bowels of another era, an era when Évry thing convenient ceased to operate on Sundays in France, why in those days being spotted inside of a McDo (McDonalds if you’ve never been to Spain) would get you banned from the neighborhood bistro and/or dive.

Any how, Denis Soula, you son of a bitch, it was the Month of April in Paris, and if you don’t believe Mî well you can just send your programming monkees to La Mal217 and ask for Lioncio Ornella, an architect who moonlights as the mayordomo d’Alain Rouquie³² (ex-ambassador of France for Latin America in the years of the G.A.T.T.) there about the little pasquín that I wanted to make an enterprise of (it was sacrilege, of course³) and the warning that don Leo issued to me as he shook my hand and gave me his blessing to go ahead and cover the events that happened there, (in what was a stale Year of Mexico in France of 2011) was that, “It’s not always about the poor”.

Over at the BBC, Paul’s broken a glass and now he’s fixing a hole in the wall.

Historical Beatle Theory suggests that Ken Russell’s vision of Huxley’s “Devils of Loudun” was saved by the hidden hand of Lennon, on the condition that there would be a BLACKBIRD exécution with, wait for it… A Warm Gun.

Andrés Manuel López Obrador’s operator’s would use that slogan later during his regime in Texcoco. Look it up, it’s public record, and if you copy and paste without showing context or actual work, then you are a Prime Candidate for the Amnesty International ex-police officer from a SHIT HOLE NATION refugee program in France, you just have to make your flight schedule from whatever Shit Hole Nation that you are arriving from fit a landing strip in Barajas, an airport in Spain, where I’ve never been.

I reckon that it is those type of immigrants that Mister Macron and his boy-wonder Darmanino  are referring to when it comes to filling-in all of those new MADRINA French program jobs at a supermarket near you (in France) which are now opened on Sundays, or at a McDo entrance (now that The 🍟 Clown is MARIANNE’S biggest employer and commercial building renter in France).

WARNING ⚠️ THE FOLLOWING IS KNOT, Öüï repeats! IT IS KNOT just another “Hunchbacks’” story, está joroba si que joroba, joder!

Ancient Beatlemania and I’m-a-phoney productions présent: Ya Chole Con Tu Joroba, Jodorowski.

 

Now ladies in Gemini, I am only saying, or rather finger-banging it on a mobile téléphone azerty “kdyboard*” because unlike other Zorro’s, I know that JOAQUIN “phoenix” MURRIETA was from Sonora, and not from Chile, I don’t care what Pablo Neruda said. Fuck him, and COMODUS Aussie.

*~. Can you imagine Sergeant Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach, if pianos came in QWERTY/AZERT and other assorted glyphs?

What would Tres Palabras say, but most importantly, would these get lost in Translation? Ewe bee the judge, Maya…🌹

Any how, back to CLEAR AND PRESENT LOCAL NEWS:

The big test period for that private security program starts upon arrival of the first Olympic Games delegations to France.

 

La fiesta nacional en Francia no para, porque los paros siguen

Y en honor de la reforma educativa, cocteles Molotov para todos… ¡Champagne para todos, perdón! me confundí ¡Champagne para todos y todas! es con lo que se están preparando los estudiantes para festejar.

South Texas Queen… with a Big Bang! •—_¡_—• This is a time delayed Molotov Entry, and the following blog is best experienced with headphones and the Tuesday “Contestataire” edition of MagniFip… or something like that—LINK FOLLOWS… wait for it, wait. USO JUSTO DE PEARL.

anygüey:

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28
+  31
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💯 días

Checked, [✔] thank you Sirens, we [the staff] never thought we’d make it this far…

Al regresar, la segunda parte de los Seis Grados de Kevin Bacon, con Cursi y Rudo, o algo así.

TimeStamp: 10h in fip central time

”Are you not Entertained???”

The Spaniard playing the role of Russell Crowe

Post N° 28, Right Bank… With the Beatles, Mr. Marcel, and some stinky teenagers. }-–—~~~\*> foto por segoviaspixes 2018… CopyLeft y que Viva LULA em Brasil!

It appears that on a day like today, but of 1970, the Apostole Paul got his knickerbockers all up in a bunch and decided to announce that he was just going to “Let it be” and venture onto the Record Industry wilderness under the Wings of Ram Records

Now, in an effort to erradicate fake facts, we [the staff] are running around town to confirm that the Siren nugget (of a fact) is worth it’s weight in quids… right now, Fenster the copy editor and The Walrus are searching for Semolina Pilchard, they’ve just climbed down from the Eiffel Tower where an Elementary Penguin told’em that the Brit Five–O was heading towards Saint-Germain-des-Pres to have some soup with a bunch of Wino Kurwas at La Soupe Populaire… or something like that.

TimeStamp… A jumpin’ jive TimeShift update with Diana Krall at 16h20:

Go as You are… It turns out that “the one and only,” Dead Paul’s replacement, Mr. Billy Shears, who BTW, was on his way to Pigalle to visit the Fool on the Hill at Chez Amelie  casi esquina con Montmartre,  confirmed that yes, John buried Paul and The Beatles called it quits on a day like today. Siren fact checks out… no Fake News here, none whatsoever. Carry on!

… in the mean time, The Texas Tornados are hitting the Left Bank waves…

TimeStamp: 11h30 in CET just before La Cumbia made a cross talk interference à La rue de Mabillon, la gente adentro del “Crous” no me van a dejar mentir que en Nanterre los del equipo “CRS” bailaron al son de la macana con los estudiantes que en este restaurante vienen a comer.

— we now shift to the other frequency on the streams

Raids, government waste, and thank god for Syria to make us forget about that Porn Star affair, eh?… it’s no wonder Cousin Joe looks today as if he mixed Moonshine and Rhum on a half empty Pabst Blue (Collar) Ribbon beer can… context continues to develop: is the dream over, yet? Walrus is asking, Cousin Joe, the Walrus and The Egg-men want to know.

…

The good thing about this station…

… lo bueno d’esta estación es de que mi Amiga Pera, de vez en cuando se acomoda a un lado de mí…

LADIES IN GEMENI, STEP RIGHT IN—STEP RIGHT IN and as Groucho Marx —probably Would— had intonated Lennon:

… a splendid time is guaranteed for All!

Just punch the automated purple nose on the clown ABOVE to get your Ticket!

STEP RIGHT IN—STEP RIGHT IN!

Act one under this Three Ring Circus will bring:

The Frogs are Going To Invent « LA REVOLUTION » Because they know that YOUR QUEEN IS A LIZARD!!!

… and here’s to You! With a warm cup cake delivered by Joaquin Phoenix, ‘cause you know that Joltin Joe has gone away.

…

And this, is what [Le Staff] is motherfucking talking about,  so Let us take this Jacques Dutronc oportunity to remind you that a DICTATORIAL REPRESSION was brewing at the Dawn of the 1968 Olympics… in México, entonces pues, Sirena, “Apriétame, Apriétame Más”… ¡a ver cuándo te bajas a Avandaro, eh!

screengrab follows right now The Staff just came in each of our Singular Pants… “aaaaaahhhhh, ALL RIGHT, all right—LEFT!

Royalty leading The EMPIRES. •—_¡_—•  No Human Being Is Illegal In This Place Called EARTH… Sincerely, [the staff].

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Pero, ¿QUIERE MÁS?

You, Me, and The Fifth Beatle…

”If you’re gonna do Wrong Buddy, do Wrong—Right!”
The Devil Makes Three
… right back at Ya’ Santa Cruz!

…

Fuck the Age of Aquarius and the Orange hair monkey president that the 2016 U.S. General Election delivered to the World…

The LasT SkeptiX… Fuck you, and the Age that You rode in… and of Course Ewe know that i [armando segovia] can say this because I Am A motherfucking ACUARIO… from the Age of Piscis, ¡Viva El Anibal!

Can’t we all just get along, said The Lizard King… TimeStamp 21h50 on the Easy Rider (Hendrix) Time in Siren Central Time.

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So… Cousin Joe, it was A Hard’s Day Night, eh?

One Whiskey One Scotch… one Pabst Blue (COLLAR) Ribbon, eh! — Looking rough there, Private Joe, you do no justice to Mika à ton Côte d’Azur, eh!

∼

TimeStamp: 22h in CET

“I like Cereal”… dj Yoda and Biz Markie!

Ladies in Gemeni… con ustedes, un pedacito de “Three Souls in My Mind”: